Continuation of Monday, 25th September
Water was doused on my face.
I felt like I was being ambushed by the freezing liquid.
"Agh!"
My eyes instantly opened.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I roar.
"Amanda, you aren't okay. You passed out." Ryder says, reprimanding me.
"I'm aware, Ryder," I sigh, "I'm gonna go out for 15 minutes, get some fresh air. See you later."
I don't wait for their reply - I want to escape their curious gazes.
***
I run.
That's how I work off the stress.
Just
Keep
Running.
***
Cory got over it in the end.
She thanked us for the help.
'Anytime' I said.
Cory was lucky. She had a shoulder to lean on.
I wasn't as lucky as her.
I had to lean on Jacques' trembling figure while he was drunk.
He was still there for me, he's just bad at comforting.
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